Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

It complimented my skin and my locks had undergone a hairdo, and it looked more presentable than usual. “ I am actually scared of things flopping and that is why I want everything to be perfect, I don't want a hitch anywhere, and I am just being careful. It seems I have made numerous enemies” He dipped his hands into his pocket and handed me a handkerchief which I used to dab off the sweat creeping in my forehead. “ You will be fine” he gave me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulders before telling us we were supposed to go out soon. “ It is now or never”

Like chloroform. In a fleeting moment, I noticed a handkerchief was covering my mouth. I took deep breaths in panic and a heavy dizziness dragged at my senses. I barely turned around to see Hunter and just then my body gave way as I passed out. Tbc...

Kevin asked, turning his gaze to Henzie. "Yes, thank you," Henzie nodded. Her hands moved, intending to get out of Kevin's car. However, her hand suddenly stopped just as she was about to open the man's car door. Henzie's hand quickly shifted, reached into her bag and took an item. "Oh yes, this is your handkerchief. I washed it yesterday, thank you," she said as she returned Kevin's white handkerchief. "No need to return it, just keep it," said Kevin.

"I need tweezers, antlers, and disinfectants," I turned my head towards them and all they did was stare at me as if I had another head growing. Moaning my frustration, I shouted. "Just get me the first aid kit." Everyone was stunned, afraid to budge. "Hurry up. If he dies, this sin belongs to you all." They were scattered everywhere in search of relief kits, their faces still pale. I pulled the hoodie hand to my elbow, gathered all the rose-colored hair behind, and tied it into a ponytail.

I was about to return his ointment when I saw a purple handkerchief inside his bag. I got curious and took it out. I saw an initial "A" at the bottom. Whose handkerchief could this be? I'm sure it's not his because his name starts with a "T". "Have you seen it?" he asked, shouting. "Yes," I answered. I quickly returned the handkerchief and the ointment to his bag and got out of the car. I walked back to where he was, but he said, "Hep! Hep! Hep! Don't come near the grill, you might get splattered again," he warned.

I stopped laughing and shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about, I swear." Soren brushed back my hair with his fingers, "I know you're not lying," Then he searched his pocket and fetched out white clothing, "Does this ring a bell?" He widened it so that I could see it. It was a white handkerchief. A white handkerchief?! I immediately held my head as it banged, and I screamed in pain. "Hazel!" In a second, I was in the arms of both alphas, and I didn't know, all the pains just seized, and I was very calm like I was not the one that was shouting a second ago, and... and... I remembered.

I could catch a cold. The woman accepted her handkerchief a n d tried t o dry herself as much as she could. h e thanked a n d turned t o leave. August remembered the handkerchief. It was special because his mother gave it t o him when h e was eleven years old a n d it was the first one h e used t o do a magic trick. h e carried it with him night after night at every show. It was his amulet. "Hey! My handkerchief.” h e stopped her before she could walk away. It has great sentimental value.

I stumbled, reaching out to grasp the only thing within my reach—her arm. “Hey, are you okay?” Was that… her? Her voice, muffled through the mask, was low yet carried a trace of concern. My world tilted. Through my blurred vision, I could only make out a shifting figure before me. She was right there. She pressed a damp handkerchief against my nose and mouth, trying to counteract the suffocating scent. The handkerchief smelled clean, carrying a faint trace of iris. "Stay conscious," she urged, her voice urgent. "Breathe through this."

And it hurts. "Tilt your head forward," he instructs. I hold the bloody handkerchief to my nose having been unable to stop the bleeding for over fifteen minutes. I cough some more when some of the blood drips down the back of my throat. I look at him funny. "Why? That'll just make it come out more."

I stood on my toes, searching for something, anything that told me I was at the right place. The answer I was got a hand wrapping around my neck and something soft clasping on my mouth, muffling my objections. It was a handkerchief. Someone was holding a handkerchief to my mouth and nose. There was something in it because I was being dragged inside and inside a tunnel until it was all darkness.